clockwatching

two nights ago, i made loose/tentative plans with the german to hang out (with him & his brother). they were coming into the city to do some stuff, and he said he'd call after i finished work (around 7).

i get home, eat dinner, have a beer: 8 o'clock. watch a little disaster coverage teev: 9. "whatthefuckisgoingonhere??!": 10pm. by 11, i was certain i'd been stood up for the first time in years [but, let's face it --i don't really date that much].

11:04 (nope. nothing's on the teev)
11:11 (time to make a wish)
11:14 (i'm pretty tired, actually)
11:16 (i should probably go to bed)
11:17 KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

??????

so, of course the german had left my phone number in richmond hill, but was totally convinced he'd be able to find my house. in the dark. in the rain. having been here maybe three times EVER. about a year ago... oh, and my house isn't the easiest to find at the best of times...

question: was his brother was SORE about driving around toronto for two hours looking for some random house ?

answer : it doesn't take much to make me feel good inside.


no point. obviously.